(Sunday, November 5, 2020 – 1:22 PM)
Sangho exhaled deeply, his usually quiet demeanor giving way to a small smirk. "We'll survive."
Silence stretched for a moment.
Then, laughter.
The inmates surrounding them smirked, shaking their heads in amusement. "Jin's lackeys, huh?" one muttered, cracking his knuckles.
Another sneered. "Can't touch him, but we can touch you."
The realization long settled in. Jin was untouchable, but his cellmates? They weren't. The prisoners needed someone to take out their frustrations on.
Daeho swallowed hard. Minseok sighed through his nose. Taeyang ran a hand through his hair with his usual smirk twitching. Wonjae cracked his neck, eager despite the odds. Sangho simply rolled his shoulders.
Then, without warning, they charged but the five weren't used to fighting together.
They moved on instinct, clashing with the first wave of inmates in messy, uncoordinated bursts. Daeho darted forward, attempting a quick kick, but nearly collided with Wonjae's wild swing. Taeyang sidestepped to evade a punch, only to bump into Minseok, ruining his counter.
It was chaotic, their movements were sloppy while lacking any rhythm.
Then, BAM!
Minseok absorbed a punch to the jaw, stumbling slightly but staying upright. He exhaled with his eyes darkening.
Jin's voice echoed in his mind "Pain is temporary. Stand tall, take the hit, and hit back harder."
His feet planted firmly.
The next punch came, Minseok didn't dodge.
CRACK!
The prisoner's fist slammed into his ribs. Nothing. Minseok didn't even flinch causing his opponent's face to twist in shock.
Minseok grinned.
Then, BAM!
A devastating body shot crushed the man's stomach, lifting him off his feet. He collapsed, motionless.
One down.
Daeho watched, still shaken. But then, another inmate lunged at him.
He panicked, barely dodging, almost tripping over his own feet when Jin's words resurfaced.
"Your strength isn't in your size, it's in your speed. If you're fast enough, they'll never hit you."
Daeho's breathing steadied.
This time, when an inmate swung, he wasn't there. His feet moved on instinct, slipping past the strike, his body was light as air.
Then- BANG!
His foot whipped out, striking the attacker's temple cleanly. The man's body twisted unnaturally before crashing down.
Daeho exhaled steeling his resolve "I can do this."
Meanwhile, Wonjae was swinging wildly, his punches hitting like bricks but wasting too much energy.
A punch grazed his cheek while nother barely missed his ribs.
"Anyone can throw a punch, but only a real fighter knows when to."
Wonjae's eyes sharpened as he breathed deeply while he stopped swinging aimlessly. An inmate rushed at him but Wonjae waited, letting the man step too close.
Then he threw a devastating right hook that sent the attacker spinning into the air before crashing onto the floor.
Another charged. Wonjae pivoted, weaving through the attack, before his left fist buried into their ribs.
A second later, his right cross shattered their jaw.
Three down.
Taeyang saw the shift he noticed that their rhythm was forming.
An inmate swung a pipe at him, but he leaned back letting the weapon barely miss his face. His hand shot out, grabbing the attacker's wrist.
"Why fight strength with strength? Let them think they've won, then take everything from them."
The prisoner snarled, trying to wrench free.
Taeyang let him.
Then, redirected his force, twisting the man's arm behind his back before breaking it,
A sharp yelp, the man crumpled with a dislocated shoulder.
Taeyang grinned. "Too easy."
The last inmate hesitated, watching his fallen allies.
Sangho, silent as always, stepped forward causing the prisoner to panic charging straight at him.
Jin's voice hummed in his mind.
"If you control the ground, you control the fight."
Sangho let him come, the moment the attacker got close, his hands shot out executing a Judo throw.
The inmate's body flipped through the air before slamming onto the concrete headfirst passing out.
Panting, the five looked around with bodies surrounded them. They had won.
Daeho wiped sweat from his forehead. "Shit… we actually did it."
Minseok exhaled. "Tch. That bastard was right."
They turned toward the exit, walking out and seeing the path Jin had taken.
Then, they saw them.
Dozens of bodies littered the hall, all unconscious, beaten in seconds by Jin's effortless movement.
Daeho gulped.
"…Jin did all this alone?"
Minseok shook his head. "Fucking monster."
Wonjae grinned clenching his fist even more saying "Then we better catch up."
Without hesitation, they moved toward the Medical Wing of section A, the best place for a prolonged fight.
(1:18 PM)
Some minutes earlier..
The heavy clunk of the cell door unlocking echoed through the room. Gun rolled his shoulders, the slight stiffness in his muscles fading as he stretched his neck from side to side. A few satisfying cracks broke the silence.
His cellmates, five nobodies who had never once tried to step into the prison hierarchy and only followed Gun after getting beaten up, remained seated on their bunks, eyes darting toward the open door. They knew what was about to happen outside.
None of them moved.
Gun didn't care.
Without a glance, he stepped out into the wide-open corridor, where hundreds of inmates were already pouring from their cells, muttering, whispering.
He barely took three steps before the murmurs shifted.
"That bastard Gun… because of him and Jin, we lost the yard."
"Where even is Jin?!"
"They don't care about anyone but themselves!"
The resentment was thick, boiling just beneath the surface, itching for a place to explode.
Then, someone pointed.
"THERE HE IS!"
Silence snapped into action.
A dozen heads turned in his direction. Then dozens more.
The tension in the air ruptured, inmates immediately rushing toward him.
From the upper floors, prisoners leapt down, desperate to be the first to attack.
Gun stopped walking as 56 inmates surrounded him in an instant, grabbing everything they could get their hands on.
Makeshift weapons gleamed under the prison lights.
Shattered chair legs, jagged and splintered.
Pens filed to sharp points, held like small daggers.
Metal food trays, bent at the edges to be crude blunt weapons.
The weight of sheer numbers with every fist clenched, ready to beat him down.
Gun exhaled through his nose, unfazed.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette he had bought earlier. With slow, deliberate movements, he placed it between his lips, flicked his lighter, and took a long drag.
The first rush of smoke filled his lungs, then he tilted his head back, exhaling toward the ceiling.
His smile widened.
"Jin must be heading toward the other sections to get the remaining bosses."
His voice was calm, as if he were discussing the weather.
A few inmates hesitated, gripping their weapons tighter.
Then, Gun lowered his gaze with his reverse eyes gleaming like a predator locked onto prey.
He grinned wildly as his breath was still tinged with smoke.
"I have to defeat more bosses than him."
His muscles coiled with his stance lowering slightly.
"It's the least I can do since I lost."
The hesitation snapped.
The mob exploded forward.
Fifty-six bodies surged at him, yelling, snarling, fists and weapons swinging.
Gun only laughed. Then he moved.
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Damn, Gun has aura farmed in this scene, Jin needs to regain his position!